My Guardian Angel

When looking back I dimly seeThe trails my feet have trod,Some hand divine, it seems to me,Has pulled the strings with God;Some angel form has lifeward leanedWhen hope for me was past;Some love sublime has intervenedTo save me at the last.

For look you! I was born a fool,Damnation was my fate;My lot to drivel and to drool,Egregious and frutrate.But in the deep of my despair,When dark my doom was writ,Some saving hand was always thereto pull me from the Pit.

A Guardian Angel - how absurd!I scoff at Power Divine.And yet . . . a someone spoke the wordThat willed me from the swine.And yet, despite my scorn of prayer,my lack of love or friend,I know a Presence will be there,To save me at the end.